Then the whistle for work sounded again.
"Each person had a backpack, and all the corn was carried to the fields.
Because there was a lot of water on the ground, the car couldn't pull it, so everyone had to work hard and get tired!
Work harder and finish the autumn harvest!"
The captain's words boosted the morale of many people.
Several educated youth also sighed: "It was tiring enough to pick corn in the cornfield without water in previous years, and now we have to carry the baskets on our backs!"
One female educated youth started sobbing: "I will have to stay in bed for another half a month!"
Nowadays, every household has several backpacks. Lu Zhiye took out a larger backpack from the space, put it on his back, turned around and walked towards the field.
In recent days, Wen Sihe and his friends have also, under the guidance of the old educated youth, gathered all the things they need on a daily basis.
A group of people set off in a mighty procession.
It was only when he actually got to the fields that Wen Sihe felt the bitterness.
The flooded land was full of mud, and it was impossible to walk there wearing shoes.
It is possible that the foot will come out in the next second, but the shoe will still be on the ground.
This was the case with Xu Qian's new cloth shoes. She struggled to pull her slender calves outward, looking so frail that Qin Zhiping felt very distressed.
Wen Sihe imitated the villagers, rolled up his pants to his knees and stuffed his shoes into the backpack.
He supported Wu Yu and walked tremblingly into the mud.
In previous years when there was no rain, we would just put the backpack on the ground and throw the corn into it.
Now the corn cannot touch water and can only be carried in a backpack.
In order to make fewer trips, many people fill their backpacks and put a lot of things in their clothes.
Lu Zhiye was still in the group of educated youth, and the one next to him was Wen Sihe.
He reached out and broke off the corns one by one and threw them into the basket.
Glancing over, he noticed the delicate little educated youth next to him, who was peeling corn with a serious look on her face. She was not as tall as Lu Zhiye, and her steps were very small.
After breaking three or four corns in one step, he had to lift his foot and take another step forward.
The yellow and black mud flowed onto her white and slender calves, forming a sharp contrast.
Realizing what he was looking at, Lu Zhiye coughed lightly and touched the tip of his nose embarrassedly.
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